[Sniffing he was ready for. The nudge? Not so much, and he makes a surprised sound that turns into a short, startled laugh as he jerks his hand back a bit.]

Merlin, are you sure you're a dragon? You're nothing at all like what I was expecting.

[He reaches out again, tentatively, to pat Toothless on the nose once. THOUGH HE IS READY IN CASE OMNOMNOMING HAPPENS. And the he laughs again, more in disbelief this time.]

Wow. Which one are you, then? You look like the one from that drawing, so Toothless, I assume. A name which makes no sense for a dragon, I'll have you know.